AN: Going for a more emotional route in this chapter. Let me know how I do…enjoy, and thank you for your reviews thus far…
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"Don't go Daddy."
I kneel down and take her in my arms. "Have to sweetheart, but I'll be back soon, I promise."
"Don't want you go…"
"I know, but listen…" I lift her chin so her eyes meet mine. "I'll be back before you know it, and the next time we go horseback riding, we won't take your mom." I watch a smile make its way on her innocent face. I lean forward and kiss her forehead. "Daddy loves you."
"Love you more Daddy…"
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He opened his eyes and was met with a familiar face.
"Nice of you to join us Agent Gibbs, I didn't want to get this charade started with out you."
Gibbs shook his head to help him wake up. "Where are my people?"
"Packed away, don't worry."
He sat up slowly, and rose to his feet. "Do you really hate me that much?"
"More." Steeples said simply as he watched his man grab a hold of Gibbs arms. "I spent five years pining, and waiting for this chance."
"You'll be spending a lot more time than that when we're through here." Gibbs offered, staring straight into his eyes.
"Is that right?"
"Would I lie to you?" Gibbs managed a sarcastic smile but was met with a strike across the face.
"When I'm through with you, you'll wish you had."
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Maybe there was another way? Great, now you think of what you could've done, perfect timing Tony. Okay, so you loved the guy, but was it really worth losing my dad, and now look where it got you. Great, great, great. I got myself into this, I gotta get myself out. Think Tony, what would Gibbs do?
"Hey sonny boy…get up."
Tony was startled out of his thoughts and did as he was asked. "My names not Sonny, though Miami Vice was a hell of a show in its day….Crocket, Tubbs…not quite as illustrious as Magnum, but then again, who is, I mean…" He was cut short as he was forced into the wall behind him.
"Shut up…"
Tony moved his face away. "Breath mint?" He was now doubled over as he took a quick slug in the gut. "You more of a tic tac kinda guy?"
He was then met with a knee to the chin, and found himself back on the familiar floor as he tightened his abdominals for the kicks the was about to receive...
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There is a way out of every situation. You just have think smarter than your enemy. In every situation, there is an opportunity to take the upper hand; one must capitalize when that opportunity presents itself…
She set her ear to the wall beside her and heard the groans and obvious one sided fighting taking place. And sometimes when there is no opportunity, there is only one thing left to do…
She reached for her Star of David and slowly closed her eyes…
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Donald Mallard covered her with the blanket in his hand and sat down slowly beside her. "Oh Abigail…looks as though it's you and me my dear…will nothing left to do but…" He knelt down on his knees, closed his eyes and let his head hang low…
"Dear Lord…I realize I have not been the avid church goer I'd imagine you'd want me to be…but I also realize you are bigger than church walls and stained glass windows. I find myself in dire straits and ask that you would lend me your ear? If I may be so bold, I'd admit to some animosity for taking Timothy, but I realize I have no say in those matters…despite this, I am asking simply, for your help. I am afraid the rest of my friends are in danger of losing their lives, and I am also afraid there is very little I can do to prevent it…I realize I cannot offer you much, but I would give all that I have to see them come home safe…but alas, if my tears are not enough, I cannot express how dear they are to me…and to this young lady…so please, if you would be so kind…bring them home…"
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"Amen." Ziva David released her necklace pendent as two men entered her room.
"Come with us." They motioned she come towards them and so she did.
"Where is Tony?"
They gave her no answer, and only gripped her arms to pull her down a short hallway. She passed by two doors as she was ushered towards the end of the hall into a small office.
"Officer David…please sit." Steeples motioned towards a nearby chair.
"I'd rather stand." The two man were about to force her down when Steeples stopped them.
"Then stand you will…." He came around to the front of the desk, and slipped out a large blade from his belt. "You enjoying your stay so far?"
"I'd imagine my mood would improve dramatically if you handed me that knife…"
He smiled. "I have no doubt your proficiency with knives is very impressive, that's why I picked it as the weapon I'd use to make an example…" He motioned his men hold her as he approached her. He slid the knife slowly across her face and lowered it till it reached the curve of her neck. "Ya see, I like physical torture just as much as emotional…"
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You could hear the pounding on the doors echo through the hallway, as Gibbs and Tony listened to the familiar voice plea for help. With the final scream, the two men slid their backs down their respective doors, slowly closed their eyes and held their heads low….
Sometimes when there is no opportunity, there is only one thing left to do…